You are ridiculous. You don’t even know me. Because if you did, you would know how vehemently I despise anyone making false accusations. Even valid accusations have a reach that destroys far more than just the rapist’s life.

I am acutely aware of the damage loved ones suffer when a family member commits a sexual assault, personally. And I know how tempting it is to blame the person shining the light on the offense, because I have done that. But the blame doesn’t fall on the victim because she refused to keep a secret, no matter how much easier it has been in the past to put it there.

I asked you a simple question. Responding as if I have attacked you in some way and insulting me doesn’t do your cause any favors.

How about you attempt a reasoned discourse-an honest discussion, with all that hatred put on the backburner and a mind open to the possibility that you may not be completely right about this subject, and maybe not every woman on earth is just lying and primed to ruin your life?

Because THIS?

It ain’t working anymore.

I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up, but I know I want it to be spelled right and punctuated correctly. I guess that’s something.

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